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Show 172 THE MONTHLY OFFERING. true old stock, ever take joyfully the persecutions of their enemies both secret and open, for every false friend or secret foe has been the occasion of rai sing up a true and faithful advocate. Again we say-God bless the women of Glasgow! They sent us George Thompson, to whom so many American abolitionists are indebted-They received our representatives, Garrison, Rogers and Collins, and now their generous hearts and diligent hands arc unit· ed with us in that true fraternal love of our cause, and of us for it~ sake which is to us an ample reward for every just exertion, and a stimulus for every future one. We have secured the most beautiful hall in the city for the occasion, nnd we call with undoubting confidence upon every town where there is an abolitionist, to aid us. It is not yet too late: much may be done in three weeks. Begin then, dear friends, for the Cause's Sake, and let its friends hear from you. In behalf of the Committee. MARIA WESTON CHAPMAN. 'Vorcester North Division Anti-Slavery Society. This Society held its Quarterly meeting in Gardner on Wednesday the ,17 inst. The meetings, which continued through the day and evening, were large and spirited. The greatest harmony prevailed. Rev. Messrs Lincoln, Smith, Stttcy, Bradford and others addressed the meeting. The annual meeting of this Society is to be held at Barre on the 7th of January 1842, We trust that this will be a meeting full of 111terest. Large delegations should be sent up from every town in the division. Let the abolitionists in that vicinity see tOo it that this part of the busi- STANZAS. 173 ness is attended to. We hope to be there with our eloquent fri end Douglass, the fugitive slave. It is expected that Garrison, Phillips, Abby Kell ey, and other speakers will be there also. Worcester family is wide awake. Keep the ball in motion. Stanzao, Our fellow·Gotmtrymen in chains! Slav.es-in a land of light and law! Slaves crouching on the very plains ·where roll'd the slor:n of Freedom's war! A groan from Eutaw's haunted woodA wail where Camden's martyrs fellBy every shrine of patriot blood, From Moultrie's wall and Jasper's well! By storied hill and hallow'd grot, By noisy wood and marohy glen, Whence rang of old the rifle·shot, And hurrying shout of Marion's men! The groan of breaking hearts is thereThe falling lash-the fetter's clank! Slavrs-sLAVES are breathing in that air, Which old De Kalb and Sumter drank! What, ho !-our countrymen in chaiAs! The whip on WOMAN's shrinking flesh! Onr soil yet reddening with the stains, Caught from her scourging, warm and fresh I What! mothers from their children riven! What, God's own image bought and sold! A>IERICANS to market dri l'en, And barter'd as the brute for gold! Speak! shall their agony of prayer Come thrilling to our hearts in vain? |